Peanut Butter - Fire
Main entryTimeframe : 1263
In the cheap inn room they’ve managed to secure, they’re slumped side by side on the floor next to the bed, with a half-empty bottle of something dark and so alcoholic Kairn’s nauseated just bringing it close to his lips.
She doesn’t say a word about her intentions, but it doesn’t take long before Lyssa’s reaching for him instead of the bottle. And when he lets her pull him in, he’s got nothing to say either. This is, after all, just what she does, isn’t it?
After a day of fighting and running for his life, he could use a little proof that he’s actually managed to keep it. It’s only a moment between a touch and a kiss and rolling together on the floor.